Darlings,
I am waiting anxiously for your letters now. Gosh! I hate these days when I don’t get any mail. I am becoming accustomed to the post now.
I wonder if I will ever learn to fly that airplane. Everything is so complicated. If I could show you a picture of that instrument panel I think you would realize how much they are pounding into our heads. They say if we can make it through basic, we are set-now all I have to do is make it through basic. I wish I didn’t worry so much.
Our instructor is not the jovial type, he’s all business. I hope he can teach me a few things. I’m trying my darnedest anyway.
How are all of you feeling-okay I hope. My knee is much better now. It gets a little tired once in a while but, that’s to be expected. The flight surgeon told me not to compete in athletics for a while.
Our school is much tougher than our primary school. Navigation is the sticker for me. I think if I keep plodding I’ll get it though.
Well, darlings, taps will be sounded soon. Let me know how you are. I miss you terribly-
I’d give anything to get a furlough for Christmas but, that’s impossible I guess. Don’t work too hard mother and dad-
Your loving son,
Jim